Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wings to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.